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When I was a kid who didn't know anything about pain,
my mother once told me that fire could burn me,
that the cold rain would give me a cold,
that running on a wet, marble floor would make me slip and fall
But mother, please be honest and tell me:
Why didn't it hurt when I loved someone
Who you thought would hurt me?
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What Lies Between the Lines // A Poetry Book
Poetry*WINNER OF THE SPACE AWARDS 2020* •°•°•°•°•°•°•° A collection of 40 poems. Most are depressing because for some reason, I don't have enough inspiration to write poems of happiness. •°•°•°•°•°•°•° Highest Rankings: #30 in #shortpoems out of 2.91k bo...
